Gracious me, I’ve been posting articles here at Eye on Spain more or less weekly since October 2020: most of which come from editorials and content for a news bulletin I send out to subscribers called Business over Tapas since January 2013. Some of them political, others useful, and then there were a few comic ones too.
Right now, it’s a fresh new year and hopefully our friends Bibi, Donnie and Vlad (and various others, needless to say) will make appropriate resolutions to reign in their evident enthusiasm for death and destruction.
Here in Spain, we see that none of our political parties are doing particularly well, with scandals emerging from the woodwork: normal I suppose when one is in the public eye for a spell.
I think Feijóo will be the first to go, but we shall see.
I was in Granada over Christmas, staying with the in-laws. On the Thursday, Christmas Day, a group of fourteen of us from three generations found ourselves enjoying a noisy lunch in a gigantic hanger of a restaurant located in the suburbs and filled with families. Me and the Spanish granddad, both of us stone deaf, smiling and winking gamely at each other over the fish as the rest of the comensales helped to contribute to the ambient cacophony.
Granada remains my favourite city, and I am glad that one of my American granddaughters will be moving there to study from this Easter. This will give me the perfect excuse to drive up the motorway now and again to visit.
New Year’s Eve in a noisy affair here on the coast, with fireworks, the regular explosion of champagne corks and an occasional screech as someone is pushed fully dressed into the pool.
The best place for me to be on these merry occasions is safely in bed with a good book.
My best wishes to all this New Year.